kazandco: I've waited all winter for you
kazandco: hmmmph
kazandco: those lines that keep me out
kazandco: alone and small
kazandco: Today, what do we keep out
kazandco: A Horse in Winter
kazandco: are the snowshoes in the car?
kazandco: topple-ing
kazandco: Generations
kazandco: come to my contained bovine gathering
kazandco: Do these trees make me look fat?
kazandco: he trusted me
kazandco: am I jealous of this tongue?
kazandco: night ball
kazandco: those lines that keep us in
kazandco: ok.. I get it.
kazandco: to think I thought of moving
kazandco: was this a mistake ?
kazandco: applesauce waiting to happen
kazandco: Nature's juxtaposition
kazandco: flooded and through the fence..
kazandco: freestylin